Veronica Haunani Fitzhugh
Feb 9 · 1 min read
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trite

he leads you all to mediocrity with his false perfection.

thousands swoop to attend to his words — winds of unsubstantial dew.

i mouth his phrases and choke jealousy.

“why him?” i stutter.

his star light makes my obsidian flash then disappear.

why must we love only those who are already loved with such ardor?

when will we stop ignoring the novel?

must i grovel?

where is my shovel?

i can dr. seuss with the best.

but want to be more.

but want you to be more.

thrust me.

hard.

Veronica Haunani Fitzhugh

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